older and older
the strangers saying hello
to me

the wind in the trees
reminds me
that what once was
so important
just passes by

wondering if this is what
my parents felt,
in their own time
seeing a better past slip
ever further behind

stifling a yawn
in the company
of myself

the farther away it gets
the more magical it becomes,
those times at night
in the back seat,
my parents taking us someplace….

near zero-
just rabbits
and crows

snowy owl
in timeless watch
the woods

my children
don’t want to stop
historical marker

snow fall-
my daughter asks where
we are going

walking the tracks
my thoughts
go nowhere